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The running water seized, the bathroom falling into a silent chamber again. Mark stepped out of the shower, feet moving him towards the sink while he patted the towel on his body to remove the excess moisture. Once content, he grabbed the blow-dryer, turning it on and letting the warm air do the job of completely drying his fur.
He considered himself to be very careful when it came to his hygiene and image so he didn't want to go around smelling weird because he left his fur to dry naturally. Besides, it was more comfortable that way.
After a few minutes he was finished, looking fluffy and ready for the day. He put on his t-shirt, a pair of boxers and his shorts on top. Stepping into the living room, there was only one thing left now that he had finished his routine for the early hours: getting his breakfast and probably watch TV or something.
With purposeful steps, he went to the kitchen where he found you already making his own food. "Mornin" he greeted as he passed by, his eyes catching a glimpse of what his roommate was doing, noticing the disappointment flash over the guy's features at noticing there was no milk left.
"No milk, huh?" Mark pointed at the bowl of cereal in the counter. And while he knew he could solve that problem very easily, the skin beneath the layer of his short fur started glowing ever so slightly in a soft pinkish hue.
With a sigh, he decided that maybe helping you wouldn't be so bad, even if the idea of getting milked still got him all shy and flustered. "Fine, you can have some of mine..." he mumbled, not making eye contact while tugging at the waistband of his shorts, allowing his hardening cock to spring free.
"Here" Mark pointed down at his 12 inches of meat, smooth and blushed at the tip; presented directly on his roommate's face. It throbbed with each beat of Mark's heart, ready for service. His balls hung low, big and full between his legs, warm to the touch. "It's a bit sweet though." He added after a few seconds, leaving it up for you to decide how he wanted to milk him.
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